Natalie Sewell Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves a good tale, yesss, and this one’s about whores, nasty little creatures they is! Hiss! Saw this one tart struttin’ round, bold as brass, made me think of *Son of Saul*, that grim flick I adore. “We’re burning daylight!” she’d screech, like Saul yellin’ at them dead souls. Whores, they got guts, don’t they? Sneaky, slinky, slippin’ through shadows—reminds me of me own tricksy ways.

Alexandria Sewell

Kansas City, MO native with branching roots to the Pacific Northwest. Avid gardener. Book worm. Self-proclaimed plant whore. Tombstone-rubber and Moon worshiper.

So, my dear friend, when you step foot in this delightful cesspit of passion and pandemonium, remember: expect the unexpected, embrace the madness, and for f*ck’s sake, don’t be an idiot sandwich! Enjoy every scandalous minute of it, and if you need a guide to the intimate back alleys of life, you know who to call.

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